Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.